Zuo Chen was utterly helpless.
He had clearly realized Qu Jian'er's true thoughts, but he knew he couldn't change them.
I had no choice but to change myself.
Then.
They followed the person into the small kitchen.
Zuo Chen asked suspiciously, "You can bake cakes?"
Qu Jian'er replied matter-of-factly, "I don't know how, so I bought all the materials. You can make it."
She proudly showed off the cake base and whipped cream she had bought from the supermarket, and wiped both of their hands.
Zuo Chen remained silent for a while.
Under Qu Jian'er's bright, sparkling eyes.
Zuo Chen raised an eyebrow and hesitated, "It's my birthday, should I make the cake?"
He was somewhat uncertain.
This seems to be the first time I've heard of such a principle.
Qu Jian'er patted Zuo Chen on the shoulder and explained sincerely, "The key is that I don't know how. Don't worry, after you finish making it, the cake is yours, and the wish is yours too."
Zuo Chen pursed his lips and remained silent: What, after hearing what you said, do you still think you can take it from me?
There was a long silence.
Just as Zuo Chen was about to compromise.
Qu Jian'er urged, "Hurry up, it'll be too late if we don't do it now."
Zuo Chen sighed, "Okay, but this is my first time too."
Qu Jian'er shook her head: "It's alright, I don't mind."
Zuo Chen resignedly rolled up his sleeves.
Because Qu Jian'er is not here.
Zuo Chen ate very little for dinner.
In addition, today is the 15th of every month.
Zuo Chen is very likely to experience a mental breakdown.
When Zuo Zhoubai and his wife, worried about their son, came to the attic to check on him.
I overheard these three sentences of conversation.
The couple downstairs exchanged a glance.
Both sides saw the words "the son is a beast" in each other's eyes.
In order not to wrong their son, they decided to stand still and listen to what had happened.
Qu Jian'er: "Hiss, do you even know how to do it?"
Zuo Chen: "Not really."
Qu Jian'er: "I'll do it!"
Zuo Chen: "Stop! How can you be so forceful?"
Qu Jian'er: "Trust me, you can get it out by masturbating."
Zuo Chen: "They're out..."
Qu Jian'er: "Ah—you got something on my hand!"
Upon hearing this...
The couple downstairs were completely dumbfounded.
Before the situation became serious, they hesitated to go upstairs, fearing they might see something unspeakable.
I hesitated for just a second.
The couple pushed and shoved each other as they made their way upstairs.
Zuo Zhoubai didn't look at the source of the sound: "Son, we know you have your own opinions, but there are some things you really can't rush."
He Yun nodded emphatically.
She encouraged her husband to keep up the good work.
Zuo Zhoubai coughed and continued, "Xiao Qu is still a child, and she hasn't even..."
He swallowed the last word of "passing through".
Because he saw Qu Jian'er walk out with her hands covered in cream, and Zuo Chen holding a framing bag with a smile on his face.
He Yun, who had buried her head in her husband's arms, looked up when she heard him abruptly stop speaking.
He Yun asked in confusion, "Why didn't you say so..."
She saw it too.
In an instant.
Silence and awkwardness filled the entire building.
Zuo Chen and his companion noticed their parents approaching long before they did, but neither of them stopped moving.
It's simply that they don't think there's anything wrong with making cakes.
Who knew that such words could be misinterpreted?
But upon closer reflection...
It is indeed quite easy for people to misunderstand.
Qu Jian'er, however, was oblivious to the awkwardness: "Uncle and Aunt? Do you know how to make a cake? We're almost fifty years old combined, and we still don't know how."
He Yun blinked: "Make...make a cake."
Qu Jian'er tilted her head: "Uh, what else?"
He Yun was speechless for a moment.
"It's nothing, your aunt is very skilled, she'll teach you." Zuo Zhoubai smiled at Qu Jian'er first, then glared at his mischievous son: "You, come with me!"
Zuo Chen silently placed the mounting bag aside.
He gestured for Qu Jian'er to get ready, took out a towel, wiped his hands, and followed her.
He Yun, who remained behind, thought about it carefully and realized it made sense.
The two people in front of me haven't expressed their feelings yet, so there's no way we can take this to the next level.
Qu Jian'er moved closer to the beautiful woman and said with a grin, "Auntie, I'll help you."
He Yun smiled and said, "Okay."
At this moment, they are basking in the joy of preparing birthday cakes for their son and friends.
It seems they've all deviated from metaphysics.
Qu Jian'er sliced fruit and whispered, "Auntie, why doesn't he celebrate his birthday?"
He Yun sighed, recalling the past: "It's not that I didn't want to, but that I didn't dare to."
She knew Qu Jian'er's intentions; she only went through all this trouble to celebrate Zuo Chen's birthday.
But she hesitated.
Not wanting to hurt Qu Jian'er's good intentions, she slowly spread the cream and began to recount the past.
As Zuo Chen grew older, his ability to see resentment gradually increased.
The two are developing in a directly proportional manner.
But.
Zuo Chen's mental energy surges dramatically every fifteenth of the month, and his birthday happens to be the fifteenth of August.
As a result, when he was young, every month he would be covered in blood, making him look like someone who had been through a bloodbath.
As we grow up, we gradually develop the ability to fight back, thanks to the emergence of inhibitors on the market.
But.
Up to now.
Zuo Chen has never had a proper birthday celebration.
Qu Jian'er considered many reasons, but she never imagined such a suffocating factor.
She hated those people even more.
If Zuo Chen's luck and destiny were still intact, his mental energy outbursts would not have occurred so frequently.
If those people had a conscience.
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